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Another Vibration

I feel the movement many times and many ways,Each time my spirit lifts and I look up to see if pinky stirs, But time and again pinky stays asleep at the corner of my eyes, And after each time my eyes look down again to face the dull numbers and words;

All day long with each shake of the table I look towards pinky, But she stays in her slumber no matter how many times I look,And as pinky stays dark my disappoint becomes a given with each glance,Expecting something each time knowing that there would for me be none;

To my left and to my right screens light up alongside the faces of people,Through it all I continue staring at lonely figures and dejected alphabets,Hoping for pinky to light up soon so that my face will brighten too, Hour upon hour she stays not with me but elsewhere without anything for me;

Maybe there weren’t that many instances,Perhaps in my anticipation and yearning I imagined a couple of them,Thinking that maybe with the next one pinky would flash your name,That perhaps finally my waiting would be over and my wish fulfilled;

Another vibration.

(Hope you enjoyed the little scribblings up there, but the next vibration indeed was from my phone – the battery died and it was the vibrations of it shutting down. Haha to the imagery of darkness and solitude comes the imagery of death and conclusion. How humorous really, what an afternoon)